A proclamation

"Why?"; "Cool"; "I have been meaning to suggest it"; "Finally!"; then, "You aren't going to write anything about us, are you, mom?" From left to right: my youngest son, oldest son, middle sister, cousin-who-is-more-like-a-sister-than-a-cousin, and back to youngest son. These are the initial responses from my proclamation, "I started a blog today".

"I started a blog today". A proclamation. Not one to draw attention to myself, I am content, comfortable with letting events unfold as they are meant to in my family -- through the grapevine. Our grapevine is reserved for topics, well, those kinds of topics which beget follow-up questions. For instance, "Why?"

To answer my youngest son's question, okay, all of you know I am referring to Danny, my response is...hmm...I don't have a definitive response. After years of writing blog-style e-mails -- before the word blog was part of our lexicon -- perhaps I feel the need to branch out, or reach out, or just plain get it out of my system.

I've read the musings of Leon Hale and Ron Rozelle and realized, okay, I can muse too. Mr. Hale and Mr. Rozelle have fans, followers. Maybe I will too someday? Channeling Sally Fields, I hope my readers will "like me, really like me". Not to get carried away, you readers know who you are: my family and very close friends.You, the chosen ones, are predisposed to like me, either because you have to, or you have complimented my writing in the past. One step further -- encouraged me.

A proclamation to those who wish encourage me: "No worries; I will not quit my day job, so let the positive comments commence!" (I believe there is a spot to post comments at the bottom of the screen, a blog is a beautiful thing). Diana